Ragnarok - XXVII
Somewhere it was autumn. on the shore wind-kissed and smelling of soft salt there stood but three alone. the sighing pines atop the dunes were the last trees to wear their leaves. somewhere it was evening.
No Love For Cats And Dogs
That dark feeling got worse as autumn came back. but it wasn't until the end of autumn when everything started to fall apart. jacob had been fired for some reason. he couldn't remember what his boss told him.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 36: Soft Autumn Breeze
The soft autumn breeze swept past his fur, bringing with it his forgotten feelings.
Doegeir Irlymi
The pillar of autumn has escaped, yet the fleet of particular justice does not follow. the holy prophet of regret has decided that it was pointless to follow. instead, he gives the order to capture as many demons as possible, but for what reason?
Son of a Dream
Another verse from the accursed "ethernal autumn" set the black flight suit ablaze, drying the night dark surface.
More Among the Stars, with changes & revisions. (Still chapter 1)
However it wasn't the howling of the wind, nor the rattling of the windows that kept zain from concentrating on his studies, nor any of the myriad other sounds that a strong autumn gale can produce.
The Rake
The rake i sleep until autumn's nigh and when the coloured leaves fall i'll wake and collect them all within my arms so close before the winter calls and once the wind blows snowflakes about again i'll sleep 'til the seasons see fit to
That Blue Ribboned Sky
Passing the time with you while i'm in a bad mood, i guess i've always been so stubborn, just as the autumn leaves stay brown, and the towering buildings stay gray i'm a stranger to myself, to give up my delusions is to give up you as well, i don't
The End Of All
The autumn could no longer be called the fall - nothing grew, so nothing fell, each season one bleak winter merging remorselessly into the next.
A Cold Embrace
Fists whispers persuade my anger, and change it into fear for it is now that i hear your haunting footsteps creeping ever near with chaos do the angels call, with sounded fury dreamers stall a wispy flutter dancing there, vehement through the autumn
I will return
Without a word or a sign from my guardian the wind had chilled my bones; and the autumn leaves ran across lonely streets as i wandered all alone, until alas a raven called loud as if it called to me, so i gave it a smile and it followed to let me know
The Seasons of Loss - short poem
Now here i sit, legs forever still, waiting for autumn's breeze. the last wave of heat, adds another scar, as he draws his final breath. **written by: fane star**